Notes from W. Blake

Eternals, I hear your call
dictating swift winged words
fearing not, assured.
Beheld your vast Forests
Age on Ages he lay, closed, unknown
brooding, shut in the deep; all void
the terrific adominable chaos
Will you die, O Eternals?
Why live in unquenchable burnings?
Seven deadly Sins of the Soul.
Rage siezed the strong ones.
Book of Brass
An ocean of voidness unfathomable
The Eternal mind bounded to roll
dices of wrath, ceaseless, round
and sulphor forms, urging
settled a lake, bright shinning
white as the snow on the mountains

Cold...

And in a state of dismal woe
two Ears in close volutions
Life as cataracts parred down its cliffs...

The pit

I'm falling back into the pit
as (the) liquid darkness surrounds me
I wonder weather I should swim or let go.

Perhaps this darkness would serve me better...

The older I become
the less people like me
it could be my face
could be my personality

I'm falling back into the black pit
a womb that gave birth to tragedy
A song of salvation that salutes
the mighty ones, the blessed ones.

Those must follow the road of the cowards
to increase the sentiment of general interest
I don't really feel very good right now
I'm falling deeper into the darkness

My eyes turn black
and I become invisible
weather I speak or scream out loud
it still won't matter.
These little humanoids
aren't so weak as they seemed to in the first place.
Their strength lays in numbers

Father, help me!
I can't help hating!

Those who are worse than me
must always be promted forward...

I hate them...

Fathom Fear

A monster, that's what it is
a representative of the modern era
vergin speciments echoing words of random
unreasonable feelings.

Freedom
Love
Hate
Fathom Fear

I trusted God, I shouldn't have done so
Looks like I appeared showing proof of sacrifice.

Desperatly looking for a friend
in shadow-filled rooms, I envelope
m feelings, I feel more like
a closet than a human being